Men- Who? What? Why? Where?
Ah, the evolutionary saga of men, those unsung heroes in the grand cinematic spectacle of life. Picture this: a bunch of pre-humans scratching their heads, wondering if they'll ever upgrade from being just glorified extras. Suddenly, one brave soul in the crowd raises his hand and proudly declares, "Me too, I exist!" Ah, the birth of consciousness – a defining moment.
From the humble days of hunting for food to the noble pursuits of providing, protecting, and, oh yes, getting killed in the process – men have truly come a long way. Forget unions and rights; those are just mythical creatures like unicorns in this man-made narrative. What's a right, you ask? It's that elusive concept men have been chasing like a cat trying to catch its own tail.
Job descriptions, you say? Well, men don't even get a chance to submit their resumes before being thrust into the chaos of existence. It's like getting a script for a play you didn't audition for, and you're stuck with it for a lifetime. Thanks, Adam, for taking a bite of that forbidden apple. If only he had stuck to a sensible diet, we might all be lounging in paradise instead of navigating this existential obstacle course.
As a wise Greek once pondered, after God created the universe, He took a well-deserved break. But after creating man, He rested... and then created woman. And from that moment on, rest became a distant memory for both God and man. So here we are, folks, in a world where rest is a luxury and the job description is handed out before you even get a chance to pick a career path. Ah, the joys of being human – a species that never got the memo on a day off.
Men - Who are they
Ah, the majestic creature known as a man. What a marvel of intellectual, mental, and emotional immaturity, gracefully balanced by his remarkable physical prowess. It's a true spectacle—like watching a toddler try to juggle flaming torches while riding a unicycle.
In the enchanting lands of the East, the saga begins even before our hero is bestowed with the title of "boy." His destiny, meticulously crafted by the elders, is to become a shining beacon of success. An engineer or a doctor, because clearly, those are the only two career paths available in the vast landscape of human potential.
Tall, fair, and the apple of everyone's eye—because nothing says success like having a specific shade of skin. And let's not forget the meticulous planning involved. Private classes before he can even articulate the words "mama" or "papa," because why waste time learning to speak when you could be memorizing trigonometric functions?
The proud mother, armed with her son's meticulously curated portfolio, parades him around like a prized poodle at a dog show. Every family gathering, every social function, every kitty party becomes a stage for her son's grand performance. It's not about the boy; it's about the mother's chance to showcase her offspring's talents, as if he's the prodigy who will solve the world's problems with his ability to solve quadratic equations at lightning speed.
And let's not forget the evergreen topic of conversation—the son's achievements. The relentless comparisons with the neighbor's son, who, of course, is the arch-nemesis in this epic saga of academic one-upmanship. Move over superhero movies; we've got the tale of the boy who was sent to private classes before he could even spell "academic pressure."
So, dear friends, behold the narrative that plays out at every gathering of women, every social event with more than two ladies, and every family discussion where the son's success becomes the holy grail of accomplishments. It's a show where the dog must flaunt its skills, and the gleam in the owner's eyes is only rivaled by the burning envy of the competitors. Bravo, dear men, bravo. The world is your stage, and the script was written long before you even knew how to hold a pen.
World -without men
Ah, a world without men, the utopian dream of some, right? Imagine a place where every day is Mother's Day, women's day, birthday (well, depending on your calendar, of course), and the occasional "and rest" day because, who remembers those? Certainly not us, apparently.
Forget about Father's Day; men's day would be a distant memory, buried alongside the relics of the past like dial-up internet and Tamagotchis. And birthdays? Well, I guess we'd celebrate those when we feel like it, which might be never.
But, hey, who needs men, right? The world would be a safer place without them, they say. No infrastructure, no mobile phones, no computers, no internet – just blissful silence and a return to a time when carrier pigeons were the latest in communication technology.
Stress? Pollution? Vehicles? Say goodbye to those too. Who needs cars when you can just stroll around the non-existent infrastructure, breathing in the clean, man-free air? And forget about stressing over food or agriculture. Fruits and veggies would just magically appear, lying around waiting to be plucked. Easy peasy!
Now, men, let's talk about your so-called "problems." Man up, deal with it, and grow up. I mean, who needs movements that try to take the burden of responsibility off your shoulders? Just relax, go back to the good ol' caves, wear a deer skin, and enjoy the simple life. Hunt, relax, sleep – because, let's face it, life was so much simpler when you didn't have to worry about 'isms happening in the civilized world, where, apparently, men don't belong. So, here's to a world without men, where the only thing you have to worry about is whether your loincloth is in style. Cheers!
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